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Kingdom Hearts, Sora and (sadly) Riku don't belong to me.
Post KH2--no spoilers.
Growing Pains
Sora awoke with a lengthy, refreshing yawn. Feeling far too lazy to sit up and stretch, he opened his eyes, gathering his surroundings.
Upon seeing Riku's poster-covered walls, Riku's wardrobe, Riku's desk and, in general, Riku's room, Sora raised an eyebrow. He didn't fail to notice the clothes strewn about, a haphazard arrangement consisting of Riku's clothes from yesterday, and to Sora's surprise, his own attire. His baggy black pants hung by a leg off of Riku's desk chair, remaining on said chair merely by chance. Gravity must have overlooked the pants, as Sora's socks had made it to the floor with no problems. His jacket and sweatshirt must have come off together, as they had a corner of the room all to themselves. His chain dangled off a knob on the bedpost and his boxers--
--boxers… were not... present... and far from being accounted for. And certainly, now that Sora checked, were not on his body.
Sora stopped to ponder this. He thought about this for a long while, and couldn't imagine why in the world he was without his precious, precious zebra-print boxers. He had almost gotten over the loss when his remaining senses started to wake up, and he felt an intense humidity about him.
"Nnnng..." he groaned, "s'hot." He sat up and prepared himself to open a window.
Sitting up wasn't going to happen.
With a yelp, Sora returned to his original sleeping position, seeing as his entire body was rebelling against performing the aforementioned task.
Man, what did he do to himself?
Wait…wait…
The question should be more like… what had Riku done to him!
Sora flinched, the memories of ten hours earlier coming back to him in one foul swoop. The entire concept of absence making the heart grow fonder didn't even begin to describe all of the 'catching up' that the boys had done. There was quite a bit of absence, yes, but a years worth of absence doesn't merely make the heart grow 'fonder,' as popular sayings dictate.
It makes hormones run wild, rampant, un-tethered and definitely unchecked.
Sora rubbed his face vigorously, eliminating the stiff post-awakening feeling in his features, trying to wake himself up enough to yell at the top of his lungs.
"RIKU," he hollered at the door.
Said boy appeared in the doorframe, sporting wet hair and towel.
"Hm?" he said simply.
Sora took the moment to fully appreciate how much his friend had grown. Riku seemed to have grown about everywhere. His hair was longer, and he was much taller. He was stronger too. Sora couldn't wait to spar with him again on their little play island, maybe not with wooden swords this time.
"What do you want, midget-boy?" said Riku tauntingly.
"I'm not little… and my ass hurts! You jerk!"
"Five foot two" Riku sang as he hopped off to the bathroom, the sound of a hairdryer being turned on followed suit.
"Guh. Super-jerk. Super-tall-jerk," muttered Sora. He attempted to adjust himself, much to the displeasure of his aching body. Sora guessed that he'd be in bed for at least half of the day, no thanks to stupid really sexy annoying hot evil Riku. Evil Riku and his awesome sex.
Sora blushed.
Oh yeah, Riku had grown a lot.
Wheeeee! -Felicific